Recent content by Cormund Augur

The Raven haired prophet sighed hard. Even if the old man didn't believe him, it looked as if he would let this small insubordination slide. For now. He picked up his knives and gave one final look at the dead man below him. At least this way was quick. While Mortivore undid the leading horse...

That 30 seconds felt like a year. You'd think he would have gotten used to torture and death having seen it all his life, but the visions always provided something of a disconnect. He could barely pay attention to the things the old man was saying to him as he stared at memories leaving the...

That voice hit Cormunds ears as an awful sound, he couldn't pick out as much of an inkling of care for the ones made into mindless servants. A kinder look was extended towards the crows. He always liked them, wise birds that they were. As breath and pulse slowed, Cormund sheathed his sword and...

Shadows of killing intent loomed over Cormund, filling his face with horror. He quickly flitted his gaze down to get himself as far away from this situation as possible. "Oh no oh gods..." The key scraped against the inside of the lock as Cormund bend his wrists to turn it and undo his...

The cart lunched to a stop, bringing Cormund forward with it, hitting his head on the wood. Bringing it up, the forest seemed noticeably darker, like dread was dripping from the leaves themselves. His visions danced at the periphery of his sight, leaving the lead bandit his focus, looking off to...

Cormund rolled his eyes while the bandit poked him with a stick repeatedly, flashing a grin with a few gaps. "C'mon, eh? Tell my fortune." The bandit continued egging him on while another whittled, two more played cards, and another two napped. Still one more drove the cart that they were...

"Maybe..." Cormund's throat tightened. He was almost scared to say what he needed to. He knew deep down she wouldn't respond badly, though. "I actually came here to say that I won't be around for... a while. I told my proctor about what happened in our duel. What I discovered about my focus...

Cormund waited to take her up on the offer since it looked as if Vittoria was going to say something else, but she walked away before he could eek out the words. Whatever they would be. It wouldn't be a bad idea, although Cormund got a sinking feeling that he might have just become someone...

"Alright, I suppose it may do well to work on some other skills. Maybe I've been too in my head about all this." Cormund had spent a while waiting for the right circumstances to perfect his combat, but just because it would be harder for him didn't mean he couldn't do it. He took the blade...

Cormund looked out at the room they had uncovered, wrapped up with vines and other plants bursting up from between the cracks in the floor. He was breathing heavy after the ordeal of moving that door, but switched to a quiet nose breathing after seeing what was before them. The creature was...

"Right, who needs light" Cormund whispered. He felt his way along the wall, and shuffling his feet so as not to trip over anything. As usual, he didn't need light to see his visions, even being able to clearly know what was happening in places he knew was dark. It was a bit like knowing a fact...

Cormund tensed a bit seeing Norah's arm twitch. Gods, he did not want to be a sacrifice right now. The secret passage opening baffled him a little bit, but he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He listened to his superior Ophir, filling into the passage without so much as a missed...

"Hm, I think we'll be going to the right place then if you need 'way too much'." Oh! He had almost forgot! Cormund gestured for Oryyn to wait just a second while he ran to a nearby costume shop. He quickly exited again with a robe that looked big enough to house Oryyn's larger frame. Seeing...

Cormund just took the one beer, holding it in his hands. He was used to the more watered down stuff but this was clearly meant to be more potent. He wasn't looking to get too drunk, he still wanted to enjoy the play after all. "I think a few of these will be enough for me. How much does it take...

Cormund's eyes were focused on the knife before switching to her eyes to match her gaze. He tightened his lips, he always knew he was behind, but it wasn't quite hitting him that he was coming up on graduation. Did he want to stand out? Sure, it would help make his career as a Dreadlord... but...